Before I Grew Up by John Miller
One of the most beautiful books I have ever seen, truly these pictures or my description will never do it justice. But it is a book about artist Giuliano Cucco who grew up in rural Italy with the common loneliness we all experience in childhood. However it was here in childhood that his unique and uncommon artistic impulses began to emerge, tender and tectonic. Isn't it in this blur of being by ourselves, we learn to be ourselves.
Giuliano moved to Rome where he met the American nature writer John Miller, the two became dear friends and it was here the two started to create nature-inspired children's books. However commercial publishers in New York were unwilling to invest in the costly reproduction of Giuliano's work— it wasn't until Enchanted Lion in Brooklyn took a risk on these forgotten treasures. But Giuliano was tragically killed in a car accident before he ever saw the final copies. This book is a manifestation of how Miller has recreated and invoked the spirit of Giuliano's childhood— the universal spirit of childhood— that infinity-pool of the imagination.